Exquisite torture
Elongated line.
The dancers shape
Naivety’s despair
Loin and longing
Nascent with the tread
Of sweet desire
And dappled bliss consorting.
 
Here, instantiated
Begins regret
Dying like the butterfly
Pinned to the storyboard
Frenetic with movement.
 
In this dance of death
Revenge struggles with love
Fought through the graceful curve
Of ancient stories
And their buoyant archetypes.
 
This redemption 
Darkly etched with grace
Is sprung
On the point of diaphanous sounds
Enfolding the pain of departing lovers.
 
Tipped in gallic esprit
Graced by morning light
This liebestod francaise
Folds its heartache
Into one long bow
 
Where deep regret
Inspires forgiveness
As salvation and the undead
Are once more united
Entwined in their missing reflections.
L’amour:
Exquisite torture
In elongated lines.

Mayr 2019

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Gar Jones